Lyrics:
TARGET THE SIGNS THAT YOU MAKE UP IN YOUR HEAD
PUT A MARK IN YOUR MIND.. YOU CAN MAKE MUCH LESS
YOU START TO REWIND EVERY DAY THE SUN ENDS
BUT YOU
action
Hellcats and trackhawks
When I’m out in traffic
And if we catch you lackin
Turned ya ass to target practice
Before I do a show
I gotta go pick
flying over seas
(Chop)
All you niggas retarded
I’m goin hard like a blind bitch shootin at
A target
You sayin you sorry
Trust issues got me
of this bloodbath
WRATH!
Dunno what I hate more, the me others see
The me I can be, I was always meant to be
The primary target, everybody’s enemy
At this
body
Ain’t it funny
When the killer got some hobbies
One dream on the hill
Shit getting real
I need a target to kill
I’m in my feels
N imma get
rigting
Vok ek was Dan nou so simple
Sit vertroue in n tiener
It's deadly like a bullet
Never show them your gevoelens
Batlao Burda masekind
Girl my target
that make you a target
Keep going harder & harder & they gone swear they yo patna
When you was down they ain’t bother but now you up they around you
over look like ah medusa
Niggas aiming for my top but I ain’t target
Niggas really want my spot but they can’t afford it
This life pay ah price you was
a opp you got a target on you, just know you attract
I got green in my pocket, so ain’t no way ima stop
How you gangsta on the net, but then you snitchin
improve/ Vato
Fuck tha fame/
Bulls eye on the target/
Gotta have that Impakt Mindset when u aim/
Chorus:
Gotta keep yo eyes open/
These Vatos be quick
ANTI-BIOTICS DONT WORK NOMORE. HE COME UP SHORT FOR HIS
WIFE AND HIS CHILDREN AND START STEALING FROM THE POOR
WHO ALREADY CANT AFFORD. THEN THEY TARGET
many things this young man sacrificed
Run it up yeah you know we stack up the paper
I hit my target like a mother f*cking sniper
To street smart
water Marcus
Soft ass niggas that claimed they the hardest
Got the beam on you now all yall niggas targets
Give ah nigga headshot leave his body
been tho.
A true champ over here shouts to n o.
U Stay on target then u hit the mark.
Gotta learn to bite first that's a bigger bark.
Chorus
Champagne
moving target
Bitches was on my dick when they heard I’m jumping out the gym
Told them bitches top me and they started licking round the rim
I know
talkin
Thumbin it up in Neiman Marcus
Boolin when we lagging in target
She just throw it in the bag fuck a price Know I like’em kinda rude not nice
I
get attached,
Hope its no statements stating facts
Bro they sayin its a rat
Now I'm wanted its a poster targets painted on my back
I got ghost wit all
on my conscience the thought of letting you down got me a little bit nauseous this emotion is overruling every logic I got to hit my target even if
time I level up you gon move up
Told her like babe what a target to a room full of shooters
When it's real you ain't gotta cut it down no crew cut
Like im busting with trey eight
I be in the woods busting straps
Just for target practice
Imma fool when it comes to the real thang
He sounded way up
Lo que se va directo a la producción
Y su ropa interior es marca Louis Vuitton
Si no lo sabes ella cuesta mucha plata
Porque su target ya esta muy
EMBARRASSING TO ME CUZ IM BEAR IN THE RING I HIT MY TARGET like PING
YOU CANNOT BARGAIN ME WHEN YOU SHOPPING For FREE
CUZ YOU KNOW YOU FOR THE STREETS
YOU
then you are one nigga
Yo I do this like a Buddhist I’m an artist nigga Rasputin I’m a human I’m a target hitter
Tattooing on the ruins of a carbon
On to the lick
She was noddin
Would’ve never thought he a be a lick or a target
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